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Music Box

Light singing flows through the air like wind. This is not what I'm used to. I'm used to loud banging of drums, guitars, and screaming or heavy singing. Hate love songs. This is different though.

I know it's not my taste. But, I can't help but to listen more. I'm addicted to it. It's supposed to significate love. I feel hate. How such a beautiful tune can get words and be sung to your loved one. The one you're devoted too. Well, I know that it's not real. Because, I'm hopelessly devoted. Horribly devoted.

A music box with a tiny dancer doesn't hold the hope that, that someone might love you still. It holds the hate that you couldn't stand to hold anymore.
Poem by CreepyXGoth6661